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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

☽︎𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍☾︎

Ch.04 - Ch.06

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

"Just a friendly reminder- parent/teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Y/n rolled her eyes at Mr. Harris' snide comments. She really couldn't stand him. If he hated teens as much as he acts like he does, why is he even a teacher? Probably because he enjoys being a huge d- "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" Her internal insults are cut off when Mr. Harris stands next to the table her and Stiles are seated at and notices the boy's absence.

He stares at Stiles who is preoccupied highlighting his textbook, the cap held between his lips. Seeming to feel the teacher's stare, Stiles looks up at him. Everyone's attention is drawn to the opening of the door as Jackson walks in. Y/n furrows her brows at his unusually pale complection. Stiles had told her what he'd seen with his dad the night before and it worried her, especially because she hasn't heard from or seen Lydia at all today.

Jackson takes his seat and Mr. Harris puts a comforting hand on his back. "Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." Y/n rolled her eyes again. Wow, one teenager Mr. Harris doesn't hate. Jackson nodded and Mr. Harris walked to the front again. "Everyone, start reading chapter nine." He stopped at his desk, his back still facing the students. "Mr. Stilinski." Stiles looked up again from his highlighting after being called. "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's Chemistry, not a coloring book."

Stiles looked at him before throwing his head back to spit the cap out in the air and catch it in his hand. While he was doing this Y/n watched him from the corner of her eye, enjoying the movements a little more than she was currently willing to admit. Stiles then leaned towards Danny who sat behind him. "Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?" He whispered.

"No." He responded and Y/n smiled into her textbook.

"Well, I'm going to anyway. Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?"

Danny sighed. "No."

"Can I ask you another question?"

"The answer's still no."

"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?"

"He wouldn't... Tell me."

"But he's your best friend."

"Some things you can't tell or talk about. Even to your best friend." Y/n whispered, not lifting her eyes from her book, and Stiles glanced at her.

"One more question."

"What?" Danny sounded a bit irritated.

"Do you find me attractive?" Danny didn't answer and Stiles leaned forward in anticipation. Y/n caught him before he fell but he still made a loud noise with his chair and bumped the table. He scrambled up in his chair and fixed himself from his little flub.

...

The bell rings and Y/n and Stiles walk together down the halls. "Why is he not answering?" He complained, glaring at his phone as he gets Scott's voicemail once again.

"My guess? He's with Allison. I haven't seen her today either and it's her birthday so he probably took her out on an adorkable date."

Stiles sighed in frustration and dialed Scott again. "What?" Y/n heard Scott's irritable answer.

"Finally! Have you been getting any of my texts?"

"Yeah, like all 9 million of them."

"Do you have any idea what's going on? Lydia is totally M.I.A., Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face, another random guy's dead, and you have to do something about it."

"Like what?"

"Something."

"Okay, I'll deal with it later." Scott hastily hung up and Stiles shoved his phone in his pocket, upset with Scott's indifference to the situation.

"Hey, I was wanting to check up on Lydia, see how she's doing. You wanna come with me?" Y/n offered.

"Yeah, I'd like to see how she is too. I'll give you a ride."

"Thanks." Y/n smiled at him and they made their way out of the school.

...

"Hey, Mrs. Martin." Y/n smiled at Lydia's mother when she opened the door.

"Hello, Y/n. What brings you and your friend here?"

"This is Stiles, we wanted to see how Lydia is doing. I heard she had a bad night, thought I could cheer her up?"

"Of course! I'm sure she'd be happy to see you. Come on in." Natalie let the teens in and led them up to Lydia's room where she knocked on the door and slowly opened it. Lydia was sprawled in her bed, propped up on her elbow and lazily resting her head on her hand. She was in her royal blue nightie and boredly looking at her nails. "Honey, Y/n and a Stiles are here to see you."

There's a pause. "I know Y/n, but what the hell is a 'Stiles'?" Lydia responds, her voice lacking it's usual spunk.

Stiles and Y/n look at Natalie in question. "She took a little something to ease her nerves." She admitted. "You can- you can go in."

"Thanks." They said and stepped into the grey colored room. Mrs. Martin walked away and Lydia propped her hand on her hip to look at her guests.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"We were just making sure you're okay." Stiles answered.

She smacked her lips a bit, looking at her hand until her eyes drifted back to them. "Why?" She patted the bed. Stiles stuttered so Y/n took the offered seat.

"Because we were worried about you today. How are you feeling?" Y/n asked.

Lydia stretched her arm out before placing it on Y/n's head to pet her hair. "I feel..." Lydia got close to Y/n's face and smiled. "Fantastic."

"Uh-huh." The h/c nodded, smiling in amusement.

Stiles' eyes widened as he looked away from the girls and spotted the pill bottles on her nightstand. "Oh!" He picked one up and read the label. "I bet you can't say, uh, 'I saw Suzy sittin' at the shoeshine shop' ten times fast."

Lydia raised her brows at the challenge. "I saw Shuzy-" She stopped and blinked. "I shaw…" She trailed off this time and leaned down as Stiles put the bottle back. Her eyes became distant as she looked in space. "I saw..."

"What? Lydia, what did you see?" Y/n asked her friend, moving some of Lydia's hair behind her ear so she could see her better.

"Something."

"Something like... Like a mountain lion?" She asked gently.

"A mountain lion." Lydia nodded slightly.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" Stiles questioned.

"A mountain lion." She repeated.

Stiles grabbed her stuffed giraffe from her table and held it up to her. "What's this?"

She looked at the stuffy. "A mountain lion."

"Okay." He put it back. "You're so drunk." Lydia dropped her head onto Y/n's lap. Y/n sighed and gently stroked her hair.

"Why don't you wait outside? I'll see if I can get her to sleep." She said.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, sure. I'll, uh, be out here." Stiles awkwardly left the room and Y/n shook her head at his behavior, a small smile on her face.

Lydia leaned back on her elbow and gave Y/n a loopy smile. "I have a friend who looks just like you." She mumbled.

"Really? What's she like?"

"Really funny. Kinda mysterious. Blind to her emotions." She started studying her nails again.

"Blind?" Lydia gave a sharp nod, similar to a child. "How?"

"I dunno. Like a bat?" Lydia giggled at her own joke. "She's coming around, though. I think. She's becoming less… Batty."

Y/n furrowed her brows at her, not really able to follow Lydia's doped up half-thoughts. She decided to brush it off, instead focusing on putting Lydia to sleep. She kneeled next to her bed and gave her a gentle smile. "Lydia." Y/n lightly called. "Lydia, look at me." Y/n gently cradled Lydia's face in her hands as her eyes glowed. Lydia's gaze met hers and her green gaze seemed to grow more distant. "It's time to relax. Take a deep breath." The red head obeyed, taking a calming breath in and out. "And sleep." Her eyes flashed brightly, the color reflected in Lydia's eyes. Y/n's hands slipped from her face as she fell onto her back, now deep in a peaceful slumber.

Y/n sighed and her eyes dimmed as she looked at her friend a moment longer. She wasn't worried about Lydia seeing her eyes. Between the pills and her sleep aid, she won't remember seeing them. Y/n glanced at Lydia's phone when it lit up and picked it up to put it on silent so she could rest undisturbed. She moved away from the text notification and found a video from the night before. A video that showed the Alpha in his monstrous form running out of the video store. She sent the video to her own phone and deleted it from Lydia's. Lydia didn't need that terrifying reminder.

...

Y/n sits on Stiles' bed. She had shown him the video from Lydia and now he was pacing as he tried to get ahold of Scott, yet again only getting his voicemail. "Hey, it's me again. Look, Y/n found something, and we don't know what to do, okay? So if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great. Or else I'll kill you. Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay? I'm gonna- uhg!" He gripped the phone in frustration. "Goodbye." He tossed the phone down and sank down into his desk chair with a sigh.

Y/n got up from the bed and stood next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's gonna be okay." He gave a weak nod that did absolutely nothing to convince her. "Do you need a hug? I'm told I give the best." She smiled and nudged him, making him actually smile. She put her arms over his shoulders and he put his around her waist, resting his head on her middle as she leaned over a bit to hug him better. He sighed a bit and let his eyes close. She was right, she does give great hugs. A sudden knock on his bedroom door made Stiles jump back from her, sighing when he saw his dad standing there.

"Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight."

"Depends on how you define 'good news'." Stiles responded.

"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioral issues."

"You might wanna rethink that definition." Stiles cringed a bit.

"Enough said. What about you, Y/n? Any good news for Deaton at least?"

"Yessir. A's and B's, a couple C's, and only minimal behavioral issues." She smiled.

"Good going." He left the room then and Stiles sighed again as he rewatched the video on Y/n's phone.

"Scott, where the hell are you?" He muttered.

After a while Y/n got a call from Alan asking where Scott was. When she told him she had no idea he asked if she could come in to help in Scott's place which she said yes to. "I gotta go to the Clinic." She told Stiles once she hung up.

"Do you need a ride?" Stiles asked.

She shook her head. "No, I'm good. Thanks anyway." She smiled at him as she gathered her stuff. "I'll see you later. And don't agonize too much over where Scott is, okay? He'll come around soon enough. The parent/teacher conference is tonight anyway, he has to be there." Stiles nodded and she gave him a wave as she left his room.

By the time Y/n got to the Clinic Alan had to leave for the school for the conference and he left her to lock up. She made sure the food and water was filled and that the Doberman had his medicine. She locked up the front door, but didn't leave the Clinic yet, opting to sit in the back room by herself for a while. She sat with her back against the wall, closing her eyes and leaning her head back with a sigh.

In this quiet back room, with only a few sounds from the animals in the other room, she could pretend for a while that nothing was wrong. Nothing bad was happening. There was no angry Alpha, no mysterious motives, no supernatural situations. She was just Y/n, a simple human girl in a simple town. But she wasn't human and nothing in Beacon Hills is ever simple.

Ch.06

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